"𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲."
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Elena's life is flipped upside down when her sister runs away on her wedding day and she is forced to marry her husband who despises her.
He hates her with...
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|Xavier Conway|
Elena rode fiercely like a charged beast, spirited, competitive and uninhibited.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd invited someone to join me for a late-night ride and definitely had no memory of anyone riding better than me on my own motorcycle.
We'd been on the road for roughly fifteen minutes after a thirty-minute stop for burgers, fries and milkshakes at a biker diner and in that small space of time, she'd flawlessly proven she was a passionate and skilled rider.
I wasn't sure I loved the intrusive ideas such skill and passion sent piling up in my head.
For a solid minute, we were tied side by side, riding at a thrilling speed with occasional glances at each other. I couldn't clearly see her face due to the helmet and levels of concentration, but I could almost read the smile of satisfaction on her face.
I had to be crazy for pulling off this game plan before the ball without any assurance she'd agree to it.
I had gone as far as replicating the exact same outfit she'd worn the day I first laid my eyes on her and knew there was going to be a fucking problem especially after she walked down the aisle as Sebastian's bride.
Whatever my aim of seeking a night alone with her was, I wasn't even sure I had the balls to confront the confusingly fucked up feelings she triggered within me in such a short space of time and bury them just as quickly as they'd jackhammered to life.
This felt like a wrong idea in so many ways, something I'd end up regretting because minutes ago in a building full of multiple eyes to prey, my self-control had been a split-second away from snapping into meaningless shreds.
What would happen in a secluded place with no talking eyes to remind me of who she was and the moral relationship we shared?
My thoughts were disturbing enough to distract me from the race and just like that, she passed me by a remarkable distance and I could swear I heard her cheer herself on, raising her gloved hand victoriously.
Following closely behind her to either pass her or retain a tied spot, I felt a thrilling rush of adrenaline flooding my veins in a surreal manner.
It felt like something I'd been missing on all these solo late-night rides; the company of another with an enthusiasm as high as mine for biking. I just couldn't let her beat me at my own game.
I gripped the handlebars hard, ready to level up my game, but she pulled out a major trump card that threw me off course.
She just had to lift herself from the motorcycle's seat, gripping hard onto the handlebars with her ass lifted and sticking out in my face, the shiny leather pants sticking so tightly to her ass it felt like it begged to be spanked hard.
